Catgirls And Dungeons - Chapter 110: Kindness and warmth

The most fucked-up separation in the world, is that there is a baby in your belly when you break up with someone.

Bo Yu draws on his cigarette, slowly puffing out the smoke, and looks at the little boy lying in bed with deep eyes.

Two years later, he finally comes back.

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A perfumer from the 21st century met Xiao Shuang’er, and he felt that this was a marriage destined for him by God.
From then on, Xiao Shuang’er, who was loved by no one, was taken over by him.
Bring your little husband to make a fortune and live a life of love and love.
“Sanggong, I still want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made today.”
“Okay, okay, my husband will do it for you.”
Pre-mining ╮(╯_╰)╭
1. Xiao Shuang’er belongs to the weak-receiving category, and she is sweet and easy to overthrow.
2. There is a plot to have a child, but there should be only one little bun, just the sauce, after all, Gong is too painful for Xiao Shuanger, and I am afraid that he will hurt.

Content tags: sweet article, a match made in heaven
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The Hero Age— circa 3113 ad. An age where humans have developed superpowers such as superspeed, superstrength, and every cliche superhero power there is. But not everyone awakened superhero powers.

A tad 1% of the population were unawakened and Satoshi is one of them... or so he thought.

It all started when he wished for a System-like ability in front of a retro computer, which in turn granted it the power of the System. What Satoshi didn't know is that he holds the power to transform/evolve animals and inanimate objects.

How will Satoshi's life evolve after this newfound power? Will he finally be the very best like no one ever was?

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…